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Recalling my high school life-an article by a math teacher
Unconsciously, high school life has passed for a year or two. High school life is vivid, but it seems to have gradually blurred. I am afraid that I will forget them one day, so I write this article to remember them.

First of all, I want to talk about my math teacher. As the class representative of the math teacher, I have the most say. When I first saw the math teacher, I subconsciously thought he was a monkey. Because he is thin, he feels annoying, but you just want to see what happens if you piss him off.

Personally, I think he is the neatest teacher in Class 9. If he wants to come to the evening self-study class, he must clean the platform stool.

The expressions and movements in class are also colorful. In class, he often puts his hands on the platform, with one foot on the ground and the other on the wall under the blackboard. Even if his hands are not on the platform, he will hold his chest with both hands, one foot on the ground and the other on the wall under the blackboard. The wall of our class is covered with his marks.

He sometimes holds a window cleaner and points it at the words on the screen. In order to vividly express three-dimensional graphics, students are often asked to go on stage to help him with tools, and even make pictures on doors, walls and multimedia.

Because of his rich expressions, his expressions often become expression packs. When he laughed, when he was angry, and when he was confused, all became our best memories.

I remember once, in order to increase the mutual understanding between teachers and classmates, the head teacher asked the representatives of various subjects to count the students' views on teachers. Some students say that the math teacher is a sissy. I think this must be something he can't see. Because my classmates wrote too directly, I spent an evening studying by myself, and wrote an article in a euphemistic tone combined with my classmates' suggestions. I think the article is perfect. Who knows, the next day, I was called to settle accounts by last year's level group. Finally, I stayed in the grade group for an early self-study. He broke down his classmates' suggestions one by one, told me his good intentions, and compared the two classes taught by Mr. Huang. I didn't say a word at that time, because he looked terrible. I think it may be the first time to question his ability face to face! (In fact, many people secretly question his teaching ability) Hahaha.

In fact, I was not his class representative from the beginning. Because he was not satisfied with the original class representative, he changed me to his class representative last semester. At that time, he asked me to answer questions in almost every math class, because he asked me too many times and was too enthusiastic, and because I often stood up in a daze in class and my mind was blank. In this way, I survived a semester, and my grades fell instead of rising. I may often make a fool of myself, but gradually my grades are less and my grades are getting better. If you think he can use this trick to show his respect for me, you are all wet. He often calls me to the podium to explain the topic. Teacher, your love is too heavy for me to bear.

I feel nervous and anxious as the college entrance examination approaches. I don't want to hear the simple topics he told me. I'd rather do the test myself and explore it myself. He hinted many times that I shouldn't do this, but I wouldn't listen. Perhaps for this reason, I didn't do well in math in the college entrance examination, and I feel sorry for him and myself. Although the math teacher is strict in class, he is quite good in daily life (as long as you don't violate the school rules, he will also make jokes).

I remember when he came to my school banquet to chat with me, I sensitively felt that our relationship was different. Maybe I have half a foot in the society, because I am no longer his student. But I still remember what he said at that time. He said, you must take the postgraduate entrance examination and study for another two or three years. ...

I remember my classmates and I went to see them last winter vacation. The head teacher asked him to take a photo with me (his former class representative), but he didn't want to, just smiled and left. ...

Now I can occasionally see his circle of friends updating, but the contact is very few. ...